Day Four

Today was the first day driving the kids to school in the morning. As we were leaving I remember seeing the light to my room still illuminated yet when I returned and walked into my room the light was off. Maybe we have ghosts, further research required.

If they are over 18 do I need to put them on the lease? Maybe they will help with rent.

Also Nova (our canine) has an obsession with trying to climb in my chair with me. I love her but I could do without her using my balls as a Launchpad to get off.

 

Update

12:44 am: Someone in my building will not quit making noise. They are being loud. Do I complain to the complex manager? Will they even do anything? Will they fix my towel holder? Has my neighbor figured out how to clone the now extinct white rhino?

I have to be up at 6am why won’t they quit?

 

Day Three

I took the trash to the dumpster, it’s a long walk, it was dark and I hit the side of the dumpster by accident. I nearly crapped myself.

I also keep almost falling every time I get outta the shower because of the height difference.

I will hopefully adjust eventually…

 

Day Two

I stepped out on the balcony to vape the lady across from me was also vaping. Instead of relaxing I spent the whole time hoping that she wouldn’t say anything to me.

She didn’t.

I took Nova out to make. We walked around the whole building and discovered the people on the first floor don’t pick up their dogs business when he is done. Animals!

 

Day One

I find I fight the urge to peek out the window every five minutes. What could possibly be out there? I bet a lot has changed since I came into the apartment and locked the door behind me.

Also I walked out to my truck and the neighbor down the hall came out. I’m not sure which one of us broke the unwritten rule. I’m pretty sure we are not meant to see each other.

I also discovered a drawer full of outlet covers. I am the ruler of the face plates. Come gets some.

 

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We have become a society that is crazily dependent on our cell phones for everything. They have become a crutch and have forced us to miss so many moments in life that once you step back and think about it it’s actually astonishing. I don’t know how many times a week I have to hear a complaint from some one (myself included) that goes along the lines of “Oh my phone is almost dead”. This one phrase is never a thing mumbled in a moment of silence or in between conversation. No it has been my experiences that people can’t help but feel obligated to interrupt whatever is going on to let people know that their phones battery has depleted. When this occurs it usually cause a change in conversation, it’s the equivalent of a wild card in Uno.

Why can’t we wait to say this? It’s bad enough that I find it tough to talk to someone that is constantly on their phone, yet this one thing bothers me the most. I would do my best to help you recharge your phone as long as you telling me doesn’t come at the expense of our conversation.

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Also I feel like we need to learn to do without our phones around our friends. Why can’t we put our phones down to enjoy the time we have with our friends? Now that I am considered an adult and I have to plan out my time with my friends, I can’t understand why we would give up moments just to check our phone. It depletes the moments you have with your friends, I get if you need to answer a call or check a message really quick but there is no good excuse for being on your phone the majority of the time your with your friends.

This is something I really need to work on and something I hope those around me will too. We should learn to enjoy each other and the time we have together. Cell phones should come second. The next time I hang out with my friends I will spend time enjoying it and leave my phone in my pocket.

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10 Followers

A few weeks ago I decided to put excuses aside and start blogging. I just assumed I would be making a digital journal. I did not expect to see the following and love that I have received! Maybe ten followers isn’t as big of a deal to some as it is to me, but the way I see it, the first ten helped keep me motivated.

To try to explain in any sense, how much that simple click of the follow button means to me would strongly diminish it’s value – being a writer I feel comfortable enough saying that – there really is no way to say it than simply to say, Thank You.

I write because it’s an escape, I can create and explore what ever world I wish to explore and the only limit is my imagination, (I know what a cliché). These last few weeks, I’ve made a big transition, finally getting to move into my apartment after a fire burned our house down on Valentines Day, which also happens to be my anniversary to my late wife, who passed away in august the year before, from complications after child birth (the baby is okay). Valentines Day is also my 4 year old daughters birthday, (My wife and I would have been married 4 years this year, (I’ll let you put two and two together).

I would say we have had a bit of bad luck. Yet I write, I write with hopes that maybe people will be interested in what I have to say. Hope that maybe it will help me clear my mind and shake the webs, But I also write (on this sight) with hope that I can kill two birds with one stone and both clear my mind and entertain. I am hopeful that maybe for once I can put aside my insecurities and show people what I have created, without fear.

So a follow and a like can mean more than you think, and that is true for me. Thank you to everyone that reads my post, comments, like, and follows. I hope that my following will keep growing, but regardless I will keep posting no matter what. By the way if you’ve made it this far than know this, you are the people I am talking about, the real MVP! I hope you come back and enjoy what you read in the future.

“I am Become Death”

At precisely 5:30 a.m. on Monday, July 16, 1945, the skies above Jornada del Muerto, 210 miles south of Los Alamo’s, New Mexico lite up in a big flash of light! The site of the Trinity Test had people in a state of mixed emotions, a moment cemented in history, as signaling the end of WWII and the beginning of a frantic arms race. Yet this one moment in history is but a glimmer compared to everything that has happened and will happen. Years from now kids will be briefly covering this in their history classes. The problem of how much “Ancient History” to add to text books, and history lesson will be the big concern.

Yet I say that just say this. If we look at the scale of one of the biggest historical events and timeline it with other moments in history, we have to admit that it is but a speck on the timeline. With the fact being that this speck will only diminish as time goes by.

I find that I have been thinking about this a lot lately and when juxtaposed to the average life span. It feels like we spend more time dwell on the past, on our mistakes, our heartbreaks and our failures, than we do the future. The average human life is close to 90 years and increasing, and as impressive as that is, its still a short time, yet we waste so much of it focused on the wrong aspect.

We sit and dream about where we could be, or what we could do, and yet never determine to motivate ourselves to do it. Our time is precious  and our opportunity to glimmer in history is fleeting. So we must resolve to do something amazing, even if it seems impossible. Because for me, I would rather die trying to achieve something most would consider inconceivable, than to waste my time wishing that I had tried.

We only have one shot to establish ourselves among the echelons of history, and to preserve our memory. Maybe all we achieve is giving our family a safe haven and making sure they are provided for. Maybe it’s getting our dream car, owning a home, becoming famous, or writing. No matter what it is living a goal motivated life is something that will put you in the history books. Even if all that means is that your memory will live in the stories passed down through your family. If you ask me that’s would be a great way to be remember.

The only way we will ever get there though is to stop dwelling on the failure and the past. We must focus on the achievements still head and strive to succeed. With a zeal and determination that will be worth talking about well after you’ve departed. So it is that we must motivate ourselves before we erase our chance to Glimmer!

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Life: Go Disrupt Yourself

A lot happens in life that can disrupt daily routines. As I sit out on the balcony of my apartment, a place I have only lived in for 21 days, I see a lot going on. I see kids playing between the buildings, people coming and going, and sounds of ambulances (I live close to the hospital).

I stop to wonder what would happen if any of these people where to have experienced what I’ve experienced? Would they be able to handle it or would they breakdown in grief and dismay? I don’t like to talk about what I’ve been through that much, but maybe I should. That’s a conversation for another time though.

My point is that sometimes I look at the people going on about their day and I wonder. Will I ever have a routine again? I mean as soon as I was getting into a routine from the first disruption, I was hit with the second one. Most people don’t understand how much I miss the mundane, doing the same thing over and over everyday would be a welcomed change to the amount of paperwork, phone calls, and uncertainty that I deal with. It’s sounds like a desk job but in reality it’s a me just picking up the pieces from everything that has happen. I am to the point that I hate phone calls and people coming to my door, those two things cause so much anxiety for me that I come close to just shutting down. I just can’t afford anymore bad news, that I’ve become an introvert that is starting to borderline on recluse. I’m sure that if I were to drop dead I would still have anxiety, yet what can I do about it?

I have to take care of my children and move forward to show them that you can’t let a little hardship define you and bring you down. I brave on for them. Maybe someday I will figure out how to deal with this anxiety, and when that time comes maybe than I will be able to relax.

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Froth: Love Incarnate.

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We are like the sea and the land, the beach and the water colliding. Agitating one another, with a passionate friction, the ebb and tide creating a luminescent glow that only we knew about. We belong by each other but not with each other. You are meant for things I could never imagine and I, the same in your eyes.

I wish that we could be as the ponds or the lakes. The land holding the water, surrounding it and letting it erode parts away. Till the water is comfortable and free yet protected.

At last that can not be us, for you the sea are to much to tame an entity all it’s self, free and unpredictable. Yet calm, cool, and tranquil when needed.

And I the land, although I am very important for life, I sometimes wish to be set free! To rumble and crack, having you fill every crevice of my being! To feel the tsunamis of your love crash against my shores, in euphoric ecstasy. The ebb and tide of your waves moving across my beach with such pleasure that we can’t help but froth!

Yet it can not be, for we are too important in our own worlds and to our own creatures! We found our niche and that is were we belong, but to say I have forgotten what we had or what we once were would be ridiculous. The memories of what created, what we now are, will forever be ingrained in my life.

A super continent and massive body of water inchoate in life. We started young and have come so far. So it is, that we must learn to coexist together without sabotaging what we’ve accomplished.

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